Truth Be Told


The pictures are like windowsnightmare-605933__180

to the past.

Highlighting the rosier moments.

The viewer only depicts the emotions

that the camera interprets.

Each smile leaves a scar, a burn

…a mark of distinction.

It taints the past and predestines

the future.

Only time can heal these wounds.

Yet my clock has slowed it seems.

So many promises and dreams were

exchanged…only to disappear

in pain and anguish.

I’d be wise to let go but

the rope is part of me now.

Letting go would mean losing a

limb, an eye, a heart.